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Hours went by and I still didn't know a thing about Danny. The clock turned six… seven… by 9 pm I should've been asleep if I wanted to wake up at 5 to keep on studying the next day –and I didn't have many choices since the exam was nearly there- but all I could think of was Danny and his audition. We'd really idealized it, and what could happen from there. Although I don't know how good it was for us to get our hopes up beforehand, the truth is that we just couldn't help it. We always ended up talking about that, and what would happen if he got in this band, or if he had to move... I know it sounds crazy, to discuss those things –after all, we had only been dating for eight months- but actually, it felt as if they had been years, not months. At least that's how I felt, and I'm pretty sure he felt that way too.
Six hours had passed since
we'd talked on the phone, and even though I knew he wouldn't get
an answer until everybody had finished auditioning, by then he
should've had some sort of reply.
I picked up my cell phone
from the desk and looked idiotically at the wallpaper. A picture
taken by Danny of the two of us a couple of weeks before, walking
through a park. I smiled, and it was impossible no to do so when you
looked at those faces: Danny poked his tongue to the camera and I had
my hands over my mouth, raising my eyebrows in amazement. I was about
to look for Danny's number in the speed dial to see if he had any
news when my home's phone started to ring and his name was in the
screen.
"And?" I asked as I picked up the phone, anxious.
After five seconds of silence, I finally heard his voice, a little off. "I didn't get in."
I shook my head, I couldn't believe it. Honestly, so unfair! He really deserved that opportunity.
"Baby… Don't worry about this, ok? There will be another audition soon, you'll see. If it wasn't now, well evidently it wasn't meant to be. You know how people say everything happens for a reason…"
"Hmm. But I wanted." He groaned. "Anyway, it's over now, I guess, so… it's just… it really annoys me, Jen. They didn't even explain why! Plus, they chose this idiot over of me…" he was rambling, clearly pissed off.
"See? They don't even deserve you! They miss it."
"I guess…" he sighed.
We stayed in silence for a couple of seconds. I got how he felt though, it was an awful sensation to have your work turned down… and we'd been waiting for that day for so long! I suddenly felt guilty, horribly. After all, I'd told him about the audition – I'd never thought he might not get in! A lump formed in my throat. He felt bad and it was all my fault…
"Anyhow… when are you coming back?" I asked trying to change the subject, to see if I got to rise his spirit up a little bit.
"Probably the day after tomorrow, because there's this concert I want to go to and it's tomorrow night so…"
"Oh that's awesome! Who'll be playing?"
"Richard Ashcroft, I've wanted to see him live for a while now,"
"Wicked!"
"Actually, yeah… Although you know it's not the same without you here, babe,"
"Well but we'll go someday, don't worry about that..."
"I hope so!"
His voice was a little bit more cheerful but I knew he was still sad. I felt worst than ever - for it was my fault he'd had to go through such a horrible situation.
"Jen, hold on, somebody's knocking on the door," Danny said surprised. As far as I knew, nobody had the address to his London hotel room.
"Okay, I'll hold,"
Still keeping his cell phone close -I could hear his voice clearly- he said "Yes?"
"Daniel Jones?"
"Yeah… do I know you?"
"No, but I know you. Do you mind if I come in for a second? I'd like to speak to you about something… But if it's a bad time I can come back tomorrow, no problem. Sorry for the late hour…"
"Errr… It's ok, come on in," his next words were directed to me, "Jen, I've got to go. I'll phone you tomorrow morning, ok?"
"Sure, go. Who is that?" I asked intrigued.
"No idea, I'll message you when I can. Bye, baby."
